Stephen Lynch - The Ballad of Scarface lyrics
[Stephen Lynch - The Ballad of Scarface lyrics]
Do you know Tony Montana
Rode a boat here from Havana
Scar from eating pussy lines his face
Finds a day job washing dishes
Hates his life, he only wishes
Some day in this world to find his place
And he has a scheme for his own drug regime
Dream, Scarface, dream
Hired by the gangster Omar
He climbs the ranks, he's getting so far
Selling guns and drugs out in the streets
Soon he works for Frank, the main boss
Doing hit's and dodging chainsaws
Getting rich and living life so sweet
But he craves romance in his disco pants
Dance, Scarface, dance
See, Tony wants to rule the world
So he kills Frank and steals his girl
She'll give him the son he's never had
Alas, her womb is so polluted
From the powder she has tooted
There'll be no son and that makes Tony sad
As he looks to the sky
Hear his plaintive cry fly, pelican, fly
Now he starts to get too high
On his own supply
Thinking he's the only game in town
And his enemies decide on a plot of regicide
It's time for the king to lose his crown
Scarface must go down
Oh, Tony's killers soon surround him
Sensing death has finally found him
He aims his gun, prepared to do his part
And as he shouts "It's not the end
Say hello to my little friend!"
Assassins' bullets pierce his fragile heart
It's a tragic goodbye he had flown so high
Cuban butterfly die, Scarface, die
Rode a boat here from Havana
Scar from eating pussy lines his face
Finds a day job washing dishes
Hates his life, he only wishes
Some day in this world to find his place
And he has a scheme for his own drug regime
Dream, Scarface, dream
Hired by the gangster Omar
He climbs the ranks, he's getting so far
Selling guns and drugs out in the streets
Soon he works for Frank, the main boss
Doing hit's and dodging chainsaws
Getting rich and living life so sweet
But he craves romance in his disco pants
Dance, Scarface, dance
See, Tony wants to rule the world
So he kills Frank and steals his girl
She'll give him the son he's never had
Alas, her womb is so polluted
From the powder she has tooted
There'll be no son and that makes Tony sad
As he looks to the sky
Hear his plaintive cry fly, pelican, fly
Now he starts to get too high
On his own supply
Thinking he's the only game in town
And his enemies decide on a plot of regicide
It's time for the king to lose his crown
Scarface must go down
Oh, Tony's killers soon surround him
Sensing death has finally found him
He aims his gun, prepared to do his part
And as he shouts "It's not the end
Say hello to my little friend!"
Assassins' bullets pierce his fragile heart
It's a tragic goodbye he had flown so high
Cuban butterfly die, Scarface, die